In Kyoto, for a time, the major coffin shops exploded.

Many coffin shops have accumulated enough golden silk nanmu for decades.

Even the prices of Kyoto's major jewelry have risen considerably, after all, these officials are preparing for their own future.

In case he really dies on the battlefield, it is not enough to have a coffin, and there should be some funerary goods such as gold, silver, jewelry, etc.

For three days, dozens of coffin shops in Kyoto worked day and night.

Kyoto, breakfast stand.

A few Dayan people sat on chairs, drinking tofu brains and chatting.

"Sixth, I heard about it, the business of coffin shops in Kyoto has exploded in recent days, many coffin shops have sold the output of the past three years in just three days, and they are all golden silk nanmu, how much do you say those coffin shops have made in the past few days?"

"I've heard, this time the emperor is going to take Dayan's civil and military officials to the battlefield together, if you want me to see that's right, this group of civil officials in the province will fight in the nest if they have nothing to do, and if they die on the battlefield, my Dayan will not be chaotic, after all, there are a lot of people in Dayan now, I can listen, the nine-year compulsory education has just been implemented, and there are many outstanding teenagers."

"Hurry up and eat, hurry up and go to work, otherwise the foreman will scold people in a while, if you want to say that our emperor is good, if he hadn't opened those royal factories, how could we ordinary people still have enough to eat, it's good not to tighten our belts."

“……”

There was a lot of talking.

And the owner of the breakfast stall is a middle-aged honest man, and he looks at the middle-aged woman next to him honestly.

"Daughter-in-law, the third child of our family is also eighteen years old this year, and he has nothing to do all day, otherwise let him be a soldier, I will find a fortune teller, and after calculation, as long as the third child of our family is a soldier, he can be a commander in less than three years."

After speaking, the middle-aged man smiled honestly again.

And the woman next to him was a little mean, and looked at her husband with some disdain.

"Shut up, the third child of our family is the material for reading, even if we smash the pot and sell iron, we have to give the third child out, and when we become an official in the future, what do you want?"

Can......

What else does a middle-aged honest man want to say.

The middle-aged woman snorted coldly, a little resentful, and sighed again, as if she had accepted her fate.

"Don't believe Liu Banxian's nonsense, twenty years ago, Liu Banxian told me that I have been rich and noble all my life, and I will marry someone who uses chopsticks for a long time."

"Who are the people who use long chopsticks, at that time I thought it must be a big family, with a big table and many dishes, so the chopsticks are long, but I never expected that I would marry you a fried fritters."

"Now, I can count on the third child of our family, and I hope that the third child can glorify the ancestors and take the two of us to enjoy the glory and wealth!"

This is what most ordinary people in Dayan really think, they feel that as long as they study hard and become officials, they can get everything they want.

As everyone knows, it's not what they imagined at all.

The Temple of Nourishing the Heart.

Tang Tingbai had just eaten breakfast.

Listening to Li Yuanfang's return to the recent days, the coffin shop in Kyoto exploded.

Don laughed when he heard Bai.

These officials, let's say they're smart, sometimes they're really smart, but they're stupid, and sometimes they're really stupid.

Tang Tingbai will take them to the battlefield, but even if he is kicked in the head by a donkey, he will not let a group of weak scholars go to the battlefield, right?

And just like that, ten days passed.

Dayan was all ready, and Tang Tingbai personally issued a war letter against the Northern Wei Dynasty.

An army of 500,000 marched out of the city of Kyoto and headed straight for Lydi, which bordered Rome.

Tang Tingbai was riding on a war horse, dressed in golden armor, and looked extremely handsome.

Behind him were the Templars, the Brocade Guards, and other masters.

Including the two masters of the Seven Grades of the Innate Realm, they also went out with the army.

Of course, their first task is to protect Tang Tingbai's safety.

And at the end of the army, it was Dayan's hundred officials.

Civil officials sit in sedan chairs, and military generals ride horses.

These officials were not alone, and each of them brought at least twenty masters of the mansion.

And, everyone brought a coffin of golden silk nanmu.

I'm afraid that if I really die on the battlefield, if I don't have a coffin, I won't even have something to put the corpse in.

In fact, cremation has long been popular in the Dayan army.

After all, tens of thousands of corpses are killed every time they are fought, and if these corpses were brought back, they would have stinked a long time ago, and they might even cause some diseases and plagues.

Therefore, for the sake of safety and convenience, the soldiers who died in battle will be cremated on the spot, and their ashes will be put into the jar and brought back to Dayan.

……

Roman Empire, Lucy House.

Luxi Mansion is the closest state capital to Dayan, and fifty miles away is the latest Ludi Mansion captured by Dayan.

At this moment, there are 300,000 elites of the Northern Wei Dynasty stationed here, and these 300,000 of them are all elite soldiers in a hundred battles, and their strength has reached the first rank of the ground level.

Not to mention facing Dayan, even if you use these 300,000 people to destroy Rome, it will be easy.

Zhang Ji, the head of the Northern Wei Dynasty Rite Department, sat in a luxurious palace, drinking fine wine, watching the graceful dancing of more than a dozen beauties, and did not take the 500,000 troops of Dayan to heart at all.

Because he had already investigated clearly, the strength of the Great Yan army was around the third rank of the Xuan Rank.

Such a scumbag, in front of the elite of the Northern Wei Dynasty, is simply vulnerable.

At this time, a twenty-seven or eighteen-year-old young man, dressed in armor, walked in with a piece of information in his hand: "Haha, uncle, the spy has sent a message, Tang Tingbai has already led the army to the expedition, and it is estimated that it will arrive at Ludi Mansion in half a month, and then we can fight with Dayan." ”

The young man who spoke was called Zhang Xiu, who was known as the king of guns in the Northern Wei Dynasty.

He is the fourth of the four famous generals of the Northern Wei Dynasty, and he is also the youngest one.

According to Emperor Wei Wendi's words, Zhang Xiu's future is limitless, as long as he does not die, he will definitely become the head of the Northern Wei Dynasty's generals in the future.

At the same time, Zhang Xiu was also the nephew of Zhang Ji, the head of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

Zhang Ji had already drunk a little too much, he took the information drunkly, and took a brief look with a trace of disdain on his face.

"Hehe, Tang Tingbai, that tyrant really dared to send troops, and dared to drive the expedition himself."

"Yes, yes!"

"This time, if the old man doesn't break the body of Tang Tingbai, a tyrant, into ten thousand pieces, the old man will not be called Zhang Ji, and the old man will have his surname."

Whenever he thought that he was greedy for life and afraid of death, in order to live, he gave Tang Tingbai's bastard three knocks on the head, and Zhang Ji hated the root of his teeth.

He is the Ministry of Rites of the Northern Wei Dynasty, and his status is noble.

But kowtowing to a tyrant, this is even more uncomfortable for Zhang Ji than killing him.

He wants revenge.

Therefore, this time the Northern Wei Dynasty sent troops to Dayan, Zhang Ji took the initiative to ask Ying to be the commander, and his own nephew, Zhang Xiu, one of the four famous generals of the Northern Wei Dynasty, served as the deputy commander.

Zhang Ji took a sip of wine, and was a little intimate: "Tang Tingbai, after half a month, the official will definitely capture you alive and chop you up and feed you to the dogs!" ”